Danny Reagan hadn't been able to sleep since he was assigned to this case. It shook him to the core, what kind of person kills their family? Their children, the love of their life? Danny couldn't fathom any of the thoughts that went through the murder's head. He turned his head to look at his sleeping wife. She was on her side, her face scrunched a little bit. Danny wasn't sure if she was in pain or not, but he didn't want to wake her. He saw her stir, and pretended to sleep. If she knew he was awake, she'd want to talk, and he didn't want to talk about it.
Linda moaned and put a hand on her face. She was all too familiar with the pain plaguing her body. She slowly got up and walked to the en-suite.
Danny propped himself on his elbows, wondering if Linda's bathroom trip was just that. She came back, and resumed her sleeping position.
Fifteen minutes passed of Danny staring at the ceiling and his wife. When she jolted awake, he worried. "Linda? Baby, are you okay?"
Linda rubbed her eye, "didn't mean to wake you."
"I was already awake. You okay?"
"Yeah. Just a dream gone wrong."
"Wanna talk about it?" Danny knew it helped Linda to voice her thoughts/feelings. It hardly did him any good, but if it helped his wife, he was t about to argue.
Linda was silent for a moment, "don't laugh, okay?"
"I won't, I promise."
She sighed, "I was at this gas station, and there were picnic tables close by. You know, like parks?"
"Mhmm."
"Anyway, I was there with... don't laugh."
"Linda, I'm not gonna laugh. Who were you with?"
"The Wahlbergs," Linda said quietly.
Danny wanted to roll his eyes, she was too obsessed with those people. "Go on."
"Paul was there, so was Mark. Donnie was there, of course. And Alma was there, too. So we were eating, and Macky came up to us-"
"Who's Macky?"
"Jenny McCarthy's Dad."
"What?"
"Just listen, please?" Linda pleaded weakly.
"Okay, I'm sorry. Go on."
"So Macky had groceries, but they weren't in bags. And we helped him put them in his car. He was singing like Frank Sinatra, so I asked, 'Sinatra?'. And he said, 'yes, talk to your rabbi'. Which is weird, cause I'm not Jewish, and I don't think he is, either-"
"Linda, is this just a weird dream, or a nightmare?" Danny interrupted, wondering why she had jumped.
"If you'd let me finish, I'd tell ya." Linda said, annoyance coating her voice.
"Okay, you're right. I'm sorry. Please go ahead."
"So I had to get something from the store, and I walked to the gas station. I passed a UPS guy who grabbed my wrist. He got on top of me. I screamed and kicked, but nothing happened. He looked absolutely diabolical, and that's when I woke up."
Danny leaned over to kiss her cheek, frowning when he tasted her salty tears. "I'm sorry you had to dream that. Need anything?"
"Hold me?" Linda asked meekly.
"Of course." He spooned up behind her, "try to go back to sleep. I love you."
"Love you, too." She put her arm on Danny's, not wanting him to let go. "Don't let me go?"
"I won't let go. Good night, babe."
"Good night." She snuggled close to him, hoping he'd be enough to banish the nightmares.
This was actually a dream I had once. Weird, huh?
